I am officially sending you this e-mail in order for you to be aware of the good news of your funds, please before I proceed, I will like you to keep away this message from any other person around you, because we have decided to conclude this issue with you alone.

JAN 30th 2011 a meeting was held with the General Director of the Interpol and some other top officials in the United Kingdom concerning the online internet scam from Nigeria, in the conclusion of the meeting, I was ordered by the Interpol to fly down to Nigeria for special investigation concerning the delay of your payment.

After some little investigation, I notice that your funds is still in the Federal Suspense Account" of Access Bank. Meanwhile those people that you have been dealing with are not from the right office, they are only using you to make money for their own benefit.

You need to understand that my coming down to Nigeria is because of your transaction, and I have to accomplish the transfer before returning back to the United Kingdom, all the legal documentation for your funds are with me here in NIGERIA, what i just need from you now is your corporation, you have to seize communication with any other person different from me to avoid been mislead.

Don't allow anyone to deceive you, your funds is $15,000,000.00 (Fifteen Million United States Dollars Only) it was written inside the recording files of your funds.

I have taken your funds documents to the Access Bank for confirmation and they have been working on the release of your funds, meanwhile, I will need your information like the stated below so that I can know how to update you soon as everything has been settled.

Full Name:Address:Tel:

Upon the receipt of this information, I will email you or call you and give you code on how to communicate with me and I will always keep you updated concerning the progress of the transfer of your $15,000,000.00USD, once again you are advised to seize all communication with any other office or person to avoid been mislead, and whenever you receive any message from anyone, kindly forward it to me so that i can make a proper investigation on it.

I was wondering if we still have any gamerspags on PD anymore, and what you all are using to consume your time mindlessly. I remember when we had LOGD up and everyone was involved, on top of playing GORE SE with a few. I purchased a Ventrilo server a while ago which is frequented by about 5 people with a max of 10, and would like to invite you who do have interest in games to join up. I'll pm the details if you're interested. The biggest thing going on currently is the ARMA 2 DayZ mod which is explained in the post zombies...zombies... on top of League of Legends which is free for those of you strapped for cash and looking for entertainment.

I'm not sure if a good majority of people here are zombie fans, though I am curious to know what everyone's opinion of Walking Dead s1-2 has been, as I am anticipating season 3 as it seems a go for AT+T has renewed it's contract.

Before Walking Dead, the major zombie oriented show I watched was High School of the Dead which I believe has the entire series on youtube. Slow, blind zombies, anime both subbed and dubbed, gratuitous nudity in the traditional horror-movie spurts, all in all not bad. No mutations like in RE or parasites, no mutations, just unending hordes.

Now I don't often get drunk and I am lucid enough to tell that I am drunk, however I also notice I find myself asking this question to every problem in the world: Why?

Why can't we live in happiness?Why can't we do work that pleases us? Why do we like what we like even though we know there are certain aversions we should have?Why do women seem to be subjugated openly, and men seem to be subjugated discreetly in some power trip due to their OWN gender?Why did I take that last drink? Why am I posting this?Why do I ask why so much? Maybe I'd be a happy sheep not asking why.Why?

It may seem a 5 year old sentiment to ask such things over and over, but maybe the 5 year old has it right, though the 5 year old doesn't have enough experience or thought to the future to be depressed or hopeful or a mixture of both.Doomed to experience, doomed to more knowledge, doomed to more questions of why. it is the most dangerous word in the human dictionary, as it has to exist in every language. Wondering the reason behind the simplest things thought on enough can drive a man mad, let alone the complicated social system, the fight through endorphins and chemicals inside and out, the why of love, the why of hate, the why of the rush while letting the cool breeze flash across your face on an old broken bike that shouldn't run.

Have you ever had someone argue with you that the North crashed down and the South won?Someone who argued that moderation is actually in fact, BAD for you?That WW2 didn't only involve Jewish people and Normandy wasn't the only battle?

I apologize for the long wait ^.^ my life has been quite busy these last couple of years. I have been contemplating where to start at, and I finally decided to start at where my life left off when this site became no longer available to me through certain life choices and challenges.I also realize it may seem odd that for over two years I was a non-presence on this site in regards to posting, but I have popped in from time to time to see how everyone was doing, making sure everyone was safe and for the most part happy. I care for everyone on here in an almost familial sense, which is why, as you will see, I have decided to go in to detail and share my journeys about who I was then and who I am now.I have not written in almost all the the time I have been absent, so please bear with grammatical errors, I know it bugs some of us, including myself, but if you don't use it you lose it :P

I will start back in late 2008 to early 2009. I had trekked by foot from Grand Terrace to Lake Elsinore having been thrown out by my father due to us finding each other unbearable. For months on end not a word was spoken between us, a comforting silence I imagine on both of our parts for it seemed every word spoken by either one of us caused each other anger. What was odd was we don't find each other bad people in any sense, though I believe a lot of it is due to the fact I am not an ultra conservative fighting against the rights of human beings to make their own choices of who they sleep with and how they live their lives, how I do not hunt so I am not a man, and that "Our Lord God" is not a part of my daily life. I was tired of being seen as lazy and arrogant as I was also constantly badgered about having a job which I, also by foot, looked for every day since my car was destroyed by my cousin (who wished for driving lessons, I obliged, and he decided it was a good idea to drift a civic on a winding dirt road at midnight next to a 300 foot cliff drop). Any of you who have known me in the past have heard this story so I will leave that as is, but feel free to ask about it when I am around if you wish.

So I made my trek to Lake Elsinore where my cousin lived with a backpack full of edibles and a butchered camel-pak. All in all it wasn't so bad. I make a habit of taking walks every day so I got a good amount in, about 8 hours or so with breaks in between, and hitched a ride once for a good 30 minutes on the back of a truck who stopped at a McDonalds where I stocked back up on supplies :P

I made it to Elsinore after a few days, first stopping in to a friends house because it was closer and well, he had some good legal smoke there due to the ease of California's "I am depressed sometimes, can I have a medical card?" law. We chilled, smoked, drank beer, then I headed to my cousin's place. He lived with my Aunt CH (crackhead in it's truest sense) but most of the time she could be avoided should she not need to be physically restrained as she thinks bugs are under her skin and she takes a razor to herself from time to time. It occurred to me that you may be thinking "TDM, why go to a place like that? She's obviously nuts and dangerous!"My cousins were the reason. At the time we were closer than brothers could ever be, I'll call him JB. We did everything together, and before he moved we saw each other every weekend. He has a complete lack of sense and foresight however, and this needs to be known for later parts of the story. I had two more cousins there, Big Sis and Little Guy. Big Sis tries to be tough in front of her black friends (This also needs explanation as well, it occurred to me. Each one of my cousins has a different father thanks to Aunt CH needing a fix, and she is half black, so she acts differently to her white relatives and friends) but she is smart as hell, beautiful, and very sweet. She lived with Aunt CH for about 3/4 of her life, living with my grandparents before that. Aunt CH was a fugitive at the time, running around the country avoiding police until they stopped caring, which does happen. JB started living with her after the cops gave up on my aunt and she moved back to California and made herself a presence in his life once more. Little Guy was born while she was on the run and was a shock to me, 12 years old and I never knew he existed. He was your typical 12 year old, wanted to be like every one else, followed you around everywhere until you wanted to swat him away.

Hi peeps! been a long while, and I find myself again at pd.com drawn to all you spags like a magnet. It just seems like I can't get this place out of my heart or my mind and I always come back. Are you pointing mind laz0rs at me? If so, FANTASTIC.

Background:A buddy of mine were sitting outside of a little caesers, where we were discussing the world as a whole and it's wrongdoings, generally solving all the worlds problems, when the comment was uttered:We can't do anything. We will all be taken over anyways, and turned into slaves at one point or another.I'd rather just sit and watch, there's less trouble if you don't get involved.

I stood on a table outside and spouted something like this:

Can you feel it?The slow degradation of your mind?Of course you do. You notice everything around you.You notice how stagnant the earth is around you.You notice the mind numbing rot on the televisionYou see the discrimination against the fags and the niggers and the spics.Then why do you roll over and allow this to happen?You, genius, all knowing, independantVehemently against these horrible wrongingsYet watch as it all happens around youAllowing yourself to stand idly byYou don't notice the degradation of your mind.You don't see the rot of the world, the discrimination.You are a dry sponge, absorbing everything the media tells you, what your friends and family tell you.The wetness makes you feel important, it makes you feel like an individual.WELL YOU ARE NOT.What will you do now, cabbage, now that someone has spoken against YOU?Will you wait for a solution to magically float by?Will you wait for someone to tell you it's okay, and they were in the wrong?Maybe it will just float past, and you can ignore it, like you have everything else.DECIDE FOR YOURSELF. FIND A SOLUTION. TAKE A STAND.Whatever you decide, you will have taken your first step.Whether you continue walking is also up to you.Who knows? You might be happier as a mindless shell.

This is the cleaned up version, and by the end there was a small crowd, a few cheers and a few names.